I thought I would write throughout the day as I have been lately, but I was on a manic high and was distracted by many things. It’s a Tuesday, March 24. Bill is once again on the road, in the District of Columbia this time. He was here last night and it was good. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I am the only one on the planet that can listen to him over and over. He throws the minutiae about long distance driving and buses and whatnot and I listen. Or more like listen to the rhythm and cadence of what Bill is saying and say ‘Uh huh’ and ‘Oh really?’ in the right place, most of the time.

He was in bed last night by 10 PM and I was planning on being there by 10:30 but I was waylaid by a fun phone call with Mike which lasted until almost 11PM. I have been using Google Gemini here in various replies to my posts. I started using Gemini for photos of Mike and photos of his beloved. Mike was blown away by this perhaps figuratively. I explained how he can use the AI app on his own and sure enough he did. He went to town on it and quickly hit his limit. He was hoping to come over tomorrow but I moved the goal posts to Thursday. He reluctantly agreed.

Last weekend he did not want to come over and now he’s chomping at the bit. ANd of course it can all change at a moment’s notice should his parole officer call and demand that he stay in his apartment for an impromptu visit that most of the time does not happen. Of course this news is all through the filter of Mike so a grain of salt is sometimes added.

Yancey was scheduled for his bi-weekly visit to my small fruit stand tomorrow. That is usually an all hands on deck moment for myself and the other fruit stand workers. Last time he visited I was not in due to being beaten up by my allergies. Today I was feeling fine and set about making everything relatively presentable. But to my chagrin, he backed out at the last minute. He will not be visiting. Next week I will be at fruit stand headquarters on Tuesday and Wednesday.

The usual stage fright occurs. It’s getting me to the stage, or in this case, the fruit stand that is the problem. Once I am there everything tends to go well or perhaps smoothly. There’s more people involved at the fruit stand headquarters and more possibilities for things to go awry. Not that they do. At the smaller fruit stand where I am situated most of the time, it’s usually me with an interaction with the same five or six people on a daily basis. Marcus, Jimmy Chile and a few others. There are dozens more at the fruit stand headquarters, more names to remember, more rules to follow .